His focus didn’t last long, and he had to yank the handbrake up in the middle of the road, and before I knew it, I was in his lap, bouncing up and down on his dick and filling the car with his name.
For those last few hours, we felt like us again.
Like we were back to being two early twenty-year-olds, caught up in the madness of an all-consuming and unforgivable love.
One we’d fought so hard to restrain against in our teens.
The memory of last night fades, and I no longer have to let the acts play out in my head.
Saint slips inside me, so easily because of how wet I am, and the fact he’d continued fucking me all through the night.
My body aches through every possible muscle, but I can’t deny this. We have so much time to make up for a love that was placed on hold by a much eviler force.
He growls in my ear, the sound of it contracting my inner walls. “Your pussy has missed me too; she’s fucking gripping me.Wants me to spend all my free time fucking her as she cries for me.”
The glimpse of the gentleness from Saint from during the night is gone, and the animal is back in its rightful place.
My plea wraps around a moan, “Fuck her harder, Saint.”
He fulfils my request, slamming harder and deeper into me from behind, with a force that sends the room on its axis.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby, or thatmouth.” He growls the last word.
We’re like a pair of addicts, ones who have circled the fix for far too long, both giving in to the craving and enjoying the unforgivable high.
My orgasm shatters through me; his hand snakes around and captures my cries just in time as it seals against his palm, his savage thrusts electrifying the force that’s rattling through me.
Eventually his hips still whilst I grapple for oxygen, and he lulls to a stop as he fills me again.
He places a tender kiss between my shoulder blades, his voice harsh as our sweat-slicken skin radiates off one another. “I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cum inside you.”
I laugh as I drag his hand away from my mouth, the fact he’s only now thinking about this, when we’ve never used protection once. “Good thing I’m on birth control, you fiend.”
I yelp when he slaps my ass, turning around when the coldness of him leaving hits me, instantly missing the connection.
“Would it be terrible of me to say that makes me disappointed?” he throws over his shoulder.
Springing off the bed, I pad into the bathroom to find a smirk on his face.
Saint and I had never spoken about having kids; we were too young.
We’d promised each other forever, and in my wishes, I’d wanted it all with him, and that’s exactly what forever entailed.
Mini versions of us running around whilst he’d come home from work, sneaking me kisses when they weren’t looking.
Then it all came crumbling down, and life as I knew it was never the same.
Every single pact we made faded the longer we spent apart, and when I thought I’d lost him forever, thinking about our oaths caused a deep ache in my heart.
Happiness was a distant memory.
And without Saint, I was never going to find it within another.
I hum. “I’d say irresponsible. Seeing as two killers becoming parents between taking down a highly secret and powerful society would warrant such a label.”
I arch a brow at him, but that wicked look on his face never falters as he turns the water on in the shower.
“Suppose I’ll just need to be satisfied with the knowledge that you’ll spend most of your days around here dripping with my cum between your thighs.”
